Thursday, May 31, 2012

Week 11

11 weeks today, May 31st.  29 weeks to go, give or take.  I was unable to beat the morning sickness this time around, though it has been different than the previous two.  I am very nauseous almost all of the time and the fatigue is kicking my butt.  I have had more breaks from it during the day and small bursts of energy, but I am so over this trimester.  3 more weeks and I can move into the more comfortable and beautiful 2nd trimester.

This week has been quite the rollercoaster.  My youngest daughter had an asthma attack over Memorial Day weekend and was hospitalized for one night.  It was a scary event, this was her first hospitalization ever and on top of that, the rollaway bed in the room was very uncomfortable.  Needless to say, neither of us slept that night.  She came home on Sunday and after a few days of medicine, she is doing much better.  Now my husband is sick, not sure what it is other than its very uncomfortable for him and we are hoping that its a temporary thing.  On top of the illnesses in the family this week, the kids are finishing up school.  Selene graduated from kindergarten yesterday and Arwen has an award's ceremony today.  Tomorrow is only a half-day and that is it for school until August 29.  It's going to be a long summer.  By the time it's over, I'm sure I will be nice and plump and swollen and miserable from the heat.  My hope is that the girl's find some measure of self-control and help me out more this summer.  I have lots of activities lined up for us to do and I'm sure we can fill in those lazy days with trips to the river or just at home doing nothing.  

Little baby is doing well, heart beat was 171 at my last appointment.  I have even felt him moving slightly.  The girls are excited and can't wait to feel him moving too.  I say 'him' because we are hoping for our little boy.  We have had a boy's name picked out since we got married almost 9 years ago.  Here's hoping that our little Donovan will being coming in December.  If it's a girl, names are trickier.  I don't want a cookie-cutter name and I prefer to have a name that has meaning and personality to it and isn't already overused.  We did love the name Maya, which means the creative divinity in the universe, but I have seen it twice already so I'm not sure about it.  The other name me and my husband love is Briseis (bre-say-iss).  Certain members of my family hate it, but should I really care?  It's a beautiful, classic name found in literature.  Only time will tell what this child will be called.  All I care about is that they will be healthy.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Coming December 2012

Two years ago, severe menstrual pain and irregular cycles led me to my doctor.  After several tests and a question-answer session, I was told I had a condition called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.  Later tests revealed that I was not ovulating and thus infertile.  I was devastated.  I suppose my disappointment was ill-founded since I already have two children but the pain of it was still there.  I held out hope that they were wrong and I would soon find myself pregnant.  Fast forward two years.  Around Christmas last year, I became less concerned with getting pregnant and more concerned with keeping my cysts under control and losing weight.  So I went back to my doctor who told me my best chance was taking birth control.  So I took the prescription and bore the cost of it, my insurance didn't cover it.  After a few months, I decided to quit taking it and just live my life.  It wasn't doing anything for my weight and it was causing more pain than I wanted.  In March, I quit keeping track of my cycles.  I would always mark it on the calendar, but this time I just gave up.  I felt like that part of my life was over.  At the beginning of April, life continued.  By April 15, I hadn't had my period yet but I knew my cycles were crazy so I didn't think anything of it.  Along came April 17, I felt horrible!  So that day, I went and bought another test.  This was probably the 10th test I had bought over the last 2 years.  I set it in the bathroom and forgot about it.  2:20 AM April 18, I was wide awake.  I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled to go and take the test.  I knew it would say 'negative' and so I took it and left it on the counter and went back to bed.  Half an hour later, I was still awake so I went in and looked at the test.  I must have stood there for quite a long time, I did not expect to see the double line!  So I took the test downstairs and laid it on a blank white piece of paper and drew a heart around it.  And there it sat until 5:30 AM when my husband woke.  I showed him the test and we both shared a quiet moment of triumph and anxiety.  So I guess you have figured it out by now:  I'M PREGNANT! 

This is my miracle.  It is hard to describe what I am feeling right now.  My little baby that wasn't supposed to be will be here in time for Yule/Christmas 2012.  I always contemplate rebirth at that time of year, so it feels unbelievably fitting that he/she will be here just in time for it.  So I guess I will be blogging all about the pregnancy from now until then.  Because I had stopped tracking my periods, my due date is Dec. 22.  I am now 9 weeks along, baby is busy making fingers and getting bigger and he/she is a little wiggle worm.

Have a great week!